Here I am...
I'm here. Wherever "here" is called these days. By "here" I mean Markham. Mostly I refer to it as my parents's place. Because that's what it is. I don't really refer to it as home, I'm actually looking really forward to making a home for myself in Cobourg, and maybe actually staying there for two years. I meet my new room mate and get my new house tomorrow. I'm nervous and excited, but mostly I'm just exhausted and keep creeping Tony's facebook, hoping he doesn't ever come back from Saskatchewan and doesn't end up dating my friend Amanda. That would just piss me off. Not sure why, but it would.
I don't even know why I miss Tony - it's not like he was anything other than my sleeping-mate. I'd sleep on my side, he'd sleep on his and we'd put our foreheads together and the dog would sleep in between us. And we'd drink a lot of beer and talk about hockey and football and music.
Oh. And on Thursday or Friday or something like that I talked to Blanch. How do you know you love someone? Your hands and knees start shaking when they pick up the phone, and when you get all dopey and happy and can't wipe the smile off your face for an hour after you hang up even though you only talked for four minutes. Lovely.
I have a massive headache and I'm hotter than hell.
That is all.
I don't even know why I miss Tony - it's not like he was anything other than my sleeping-mate. I'd sleep on my side, he'd sleep on his and we'd put our foreheads together and the dog would sleep in between us. And we'd drink a lot of beer and talk about hockey and football and music.
Oh. And on Thursday or Friday or something like that I talked to Blanch. How do you know you love someone? Your hands and knees start shaking when they pick up the phone, and when you get all dopey and happy and can't wipe the smile off your face for an hour after you hang up even though you only talked for four minutes. Lovely.
I have a massive headache and I'm hotter than hell.
That is all.